Winter in Maine can be hard. Sometimes it snows too much, sometimes too little, and sometimes you go out for beers on a Friday night with your best baby pals and return home to find some stupid little copper pipe doing a water dance in your laundry room. What to do?! Don't be like me. I called a bunch of other so-called "emergency" plumbers and played voicemail roulette. Even the big guys that can afford a phone system that says "this call will be recorded for quality assurance", did not assure me of their quality. So, we let her rip all night. Next morning, I finally listened to the wife and called Keith. He came over really quick, fixed 'er up good shape too. Now I owe the wife a "you were right, I was wrong." I don't like paying out, but in this case, it was worth it. read more